Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Dear David Bowie


by Dick Mac

I still have the clock-radio I received for Christmas in 1980. One morning, in Roxbury, Massachusetts, it woke me with news radio station WEEI-AM announcing that my friends Kitty and Peter had been arrested in Maine while smuggling 24 tons of marijuana.  That startled me into the morning and I was wide awake.

On this day, last year, it woke me as it has done for most of the last 35+ years: with news.  On this particular day it was in Brooklyn, New York, and the NPR station, WNYC-AM, was airing Morning Edition.  The announcer’s voice stated clearly, concisely, and without even a touch of emotion that “rock star David Bowie died overnight, he was 69.”

I remembered hearing my phone beep and jingle much earlier, but I’d ignored it because nobody actually called. I assumed they were alerts from social media, or my broker, or a creditor. When I looked, however, they were mostly text messages from people in Europe (mostly England).

You were dead! David Bowie was dead.

I couldn’t recall the last time I’d heard you were dead. I think it was NEVER. This was a first. Again. And I had no idea you were setting yet another trend by departing this mortal coil. The weeks and months that followed saw scores of culturally significant humans also die. Always ahead of the curve, you are. They were just copying you!

I was numb. I called nobody, I responded to no messages, I don’t know what I did. When 7:00 AM passed, the phone started ringing and the text messages poured in.

I don’t know whom I spoke to first: Liz, my sister, my daughter . . . it’s a bit of a blur. It wasn’t you, that’s for sure. You were dead.

I’m not sure what happens when you die, so I don’t know if you’ve seen what a great time we’ve had since your passing. All kinds of tribute shows and parties. My goodness! You left quite a legacy and everyone wants to jump in and enjoy it. Did you see Perry Farrell sing “Rebel Rebel”? Wow!

There’s a tribute show at Terminal 5 tonight. A great line-up (basically your band). Tons of tickets available because it’s such a crap venue. You can skip this one. I am. If you know anyone who needs a ticket, send them my way: I have plenty!

Anyway, I wrote you a letter that day (January 11, 2016), but you never responded. That’s not like you, so I guess you really are dead.

Last year I said my life would be slightly less amusing without you. That has proven to be true; but I got a little frame . . . something cheap . . . for you.

Dear David Bowie 2016



Sunday, January 08, 2017

Happy Birthday!


by Dick Mac

SEVENTY!

It's an impressive age: 70 years old.

I do not know many people who lived so long. Neither of my parents lived to seventy.  My father died at 51 and my mother was 65.  None of my grandparents made it to seventy: my maternal grandmother was 42, my maternal grandfather 47, my paternal grandmother 57, and my paternal grandfather was 62.  Some aunts made it to 70, but not many of my uncles did.

Throughout my life, young people I knew died of drug overdoses or violence. As a young man, the vast majority of my friends and acquaintances died of AIDS.  It's really only be recently that I've known people who died of age-related illness.

Me?  I will be 59 soon, so I have over a decade to go before I enjoy the beginning of my 8th decade.

At my 35th birthday party, a sibling (or two) remarked that they never thought I'd live so long.

At my 40th birthday party, I was a couple of years sober and dating the woman who would become my ex-wife.

At my 45th birthday, I received a snow globe collection from friends and acquaintances all over the world.

At my 50th birthday party, I was the father of a toddler and my home was filled with people.

I haven't really had a party since then.  Fifty-five just didn't seems like an anniversary to celebrate.  I have no plans to have a party for my 59th birthday.

Maybe I'll celebrate my 60th birthday in 2018.  Maybe not.  I guess my birthday parties have really been celebrations made by other people.  So, I probably won't be the person who decides if I do or that and that is OK with me.

Today, however, I will celebrate the 70th anniversary of David Bowie's birth.

I have two distinct memories of celebrating David Bowie's birthday in the past: In 1997, I attended the 50th Birthday Bash at Madison Square Garden. Last year, in 2016, I joined Tony Visconti and the Holy Holy audience at Highline Ballroom to sing Happy Birthday to him over Visconti's iPhone.  None of us knew that 69th birthday would be our last opportunity to sing to him:



Happy birthday, sailor!

Friday, December 30, 2016

Nevertheless (an excerpt)



The weak overcomes its menace, the strong over comes itself. What is there like fortitude!


 - Excerpted from Nevertheless, by Marianne Moore (1944)




Tuesday, November 08, 2016

Why Vote For Clinton?

https://www.hillaryclinton.com/
by Dick Mac

Why? Because it isn't all about me.

Because I had a mother who was an amazing woman. A woman who raised four children by herself. A woman who got herself and her kids out of the projects, kept us fed and clothed, and worked as many hours as needed in order to accomplish all that.

Because I have sisters and sisters-in-law, who work hard, are beautiful, loving considerate mothers, wives, and neighbors themselves.

Because I was taught by the School Sisters of Notre Dame, who dedicated their lives to my education.

Because my first professional mentor was an eccentric, fun-loving, giving, caring, intelligent, enthusiastic teacher of those around her.

Because I have a daughter who is becoming one of the most amazing young women I have ever met in my entire life. A woman who is compassionate and caring and loving and giving. A young lady who embodies everything that I've known about the amazing qualities of women.

Because I know and love women who are doctors and bankers and business people and actors and writers and editors and waiters and teachers and housewives and nurses and firefighters and cops and singers and dancers and musicians and nuns and ministers and lawyers and judges and soldiers.

Because I know women who are pink and brown and beige and black. Who are large and small and medium-sized.

Because I know women who love men, women who love women, women who love whomever they want, women who struggle with gender identity, women who have won and women who have lost.

Because of those women, the women I know and love, and those I don't know and may not love, and all the people on this planet who deserve to have a leader of the free world who is an amazing daughter, wife, mother, neighbor, lawyer, politician, diplomat, and human being, I am voting for Hillary Clinton.

I hope you will, too.